1. "Oh!" said I, and then i remembered this....
The country has come to accept stereotypical gay men -- sardonic fellows with fussy hair who live in over-decorated apartments with a striped sofa and a small weird dog and who worship campy performers and go in for flamboyance now and then themselves. If they want to be accepted as couples and daddies, however, the flamboyance may have to be brought under control. Parents are supposed to stand in back and not wear chartreuse pants and black polka-dot shirts. That's for the kids. It's their show.
... and now I don't care.
2. It is not unusual to be achingly tempted by a big giant obvious bright-as-a-thousand-suns job opportunity in a really shitty faraway rural town, a town I would learn to hate/resent in like: 8 days time, but a job that is still simply screaming for me to apply? The answer is yes, it is unusual. But I mean. I'm not gonna do it. I don't think.
3. Last night we had hot dogs and pudding snackpaks for dinner, and today is our anniversary. i would write something sappy and romantic here, but instead: Hahahahahha. SUCKER.